When I was very young, my mother took me and my twin to the airport, us wearing little backpacks.

She then handed us to a flight attendant and left.

The attendant took us to the air plane, sat us down, got us some juice. We sat and colored in books.

The attendant removed us from the plane and walked us towards the exit.

We then ran at grandmother and great grandmother. I’m fairly certain the attendant basically said “these yours?”, they said yes, and we left.

This happened over several summers.

The thought of that happening today is impossible